166 166 [stay home project] Ensign Alma McGregor's Depression (Medium)

I feel more tired than I thought when I said it was a request to collect in the woods of a tame trundle. Because Mal and Shoo robbed you of your magic powers? But that's all that stuck on me and healed me, so no problem at all.

Nevertheless, it is too late to return to the battalion. I have decided to return to my father's townhouse in King's Capital.

My father vacated a room upstairs for me when I graduated from Knights School (Cecil cried and took the room next to me).

I moved the adorable things I collected during my knight's school, the celebrities, memorabilia with the seniors, and so on, and now that room is more than my heart.

Turning back and looking after the horse all the way at the stables, the back door opened and the lights turned on.

"Who!... Alma?

"Father!

I stroke my horse good night and back and rush over to my father with a pat and go indoors with him.

"Alma... it's dangerous for a woman this late in the night to walk alone!

My father came scolding me with a wrinkle between my brows.

"Your father is the one, why? I just said you were at the Chancellor's residence."

I thought it was going home to a deserted house.

"... sometimes I want to get away from work. Is that outfit going back to Trundle? Let me sweat for a second. What's a totally cute girl doing late..."

I was in a great hurry to cleanse myself of the look of my father, who seemed in a bad mood to clean up his sword for protection, with a good bump and solitude. Wearing Marcus' green pyjamas, which I have been using ever since I got them for Celebrity, I head for the dining kitchen for a small run that sounds like a mess.

My father was still in apron to Marcus' grey pyjamas, which I gave him for one birthday, and he was holding a frying pan. It's a sight I don't think you're from the Marquis. Well, we turned our backs there by the way.

Sitting quietly on a rustic white wood dining set, I was donned a hot sandwich with roasted bacon and eggs in a round bread in front of me. Toctok and milk are also poured.

"Eat! Makes you so tired at all, Your Majesty... Alma is Alma too, isn't it? I'll have to take a good weekend off! What, you even work at the guild!

"So, because I need to get my ranks up fast, everyone who works leaves me..."

In the middle of the conversation, my stomach growls at the fragrant smell. My cheeks get hot. Embarrassing.

"Yes, I'll take it"

Bite a bite cup. It's hot.

"What do you say?"

"Very... mustard works... delicious"

Eat slowly.

With that said, my father sat across the street. In my hand is a glass I made one day. There seems to be some kind of clear alcohol in it, and I drink it whilst ringing the ice.

Although my father has been a housekeeper in attendance for the past few years, he has lived here alone in a research threesome. It may be hard to breathe to spend time surrounded by many servants at the Chancellor's residence. Remember McGregor's main residence...... that's the same for me. It's been a long time since my father has a little more gray hair and his face looks dull.

Looking at my father like that, I eat a mogmog. I didn't say anything today but that mare fruit. I'm hungry.

Speaking of which, when I returned Mal's fruit to the guild with two more, I found that it was a rare fruit, named Orien's fruit.

"See, the temple is decorated with paintings of exhausted travelers with goddesses replacing moisture? That fruit. I don't notice it because it looks red and noticeable when I don't get around to eating. Two days at most around that time of day. I can't get it. That is the guidance of the Spirit (Mal and Shoo). Alma take this home. They found it for you. It's not something you can distribute. Why don't you just eat it before it hurts?

and taught me as Chief Siege Guild stroked Mal and Shoe in his lap. I take one out of the magic room.

"Father, this is a souvenir of today's forest."

My father puts his glasses back on.

"... what is it? You've never seen it before."

"According to Chief Siegild, it's Orien's fruit."

"... No way," Traveler's Fruit "or ⁉"

Wow, you know everything! That's your father!

"They're going to hurt you from the moment you die, so hurry and eat. Oh, I ate, so don't hesitate."

"Oh my..."

My father looked around from all angles like a researcher, quietly dressed overhead and prayed before speaking softly. And round your eyes.

"What a brilliant, unpressed flavor... it seems to stain directly across the body....... Ha. I was tired of using the palace I'm not used to either. I came back here today to get frustrated and run away... and the cute Alma came back and was given" The Traveler's Fruit "... maybe the goddess is keeping an eye on me."

My father laughed calmly as usual. A little brighter, too? Nevertheless,

"Do you see me and relieve tiredness?

I laughed with my nose.

"What am I? Alma is my beloved and proud daughter. Would you be happy to decide?

"But...... I'm alone, I'm dull. Celeby, Ellis, Sassara, Nick, Everest... even Cecil is moving forward glowing at their respective holding..."

My father gently wrapped my hands in both hands.

"Maybe Alma's... modest qualities resemble mine. It used to be gorgeous around me too. The glorious His Highness Thomas, the beautiful and dazzling Lilfione, and His Highness Gilbert who leads us...... I couldn't help but be dazzled"

My father narrows his eyes in nostalgia.

"Eventually we were torn apart because of all our thoughts and tragedy befell us. I turned away from such a fact and drew one."

Tilt the glass and take a sip. Ice makes a sound, Karan.

"They were all kind to me, weak, and loving. There was no arguing in front of me. If I were such a powerless person, wouldn't I have been able to connect with Don and everyone changing their position, or to support him? I still regret that we have a place for everyone to gather out of their shoulders."

My father, laughing at himself, looked me in the eye.

"... my happiness now is that Alma is laughing. I work for His Majesty so Alma can be happy in the future. Your Majesty and I have a stare ahead of us. I finally got there at this age, it's my way of life"

"Father..."

"Alma, if you want to be active outside, I'll give you as much support as I can. You can quit if your military nationality gets in the way. I will refund the cost of your education. But, you know, Alma's still young. If Alma is still targeting Elsa, I think we should go through some more practice in the military, right?

Yes. My goal is headquarters staff, like Master Elsa, who defend the country with conviction. I had lost sight of it...... I lean over unexpectedly.

"Besides, it's important for everyone to dare to stay on the spot and protect their possessions. It's plain, but someone has to guard the lighthouse, and the people who play outside can't feel safe winging."

Speaking of which, unlike the former prime minister, my father is 180 degrees and only appears on the table with the minimum required. All the stage of the table belongs to His Majesty.

"Consolidate your scaffolding... that keeping your space in full at all times will also help those you love?

"That's right. But that's not easy either. Sometimes they are swallowed by high waves or attacked for the absence of their companions. Sometimes I am tempted by sweet words. You must always be sensitive to the situation and continue to build yourself up. You need patience, and you don't serve stupid. You can't do it if it's not for what you love."

"Tell me... do you want me to? You think that's gonna stick?

"Of course I'll stick around. It takes hard work and... patience, though. Believe that Alma can do that, His Majesty also has it on his side. It's a shame there's not much to trust, but there's no room for an incompetent human being."

My father, with his right hand, flushes my forehead to the side and ears, caressing my head slowly as it is clumsily. What I wanted you to do at a young age.

"Aiming for Elsa is not at odds with protecting everyone's home. Sometimes my heart will get rough with the feeling of envying my friends who walk around the glorious world at times, but then... shall we even hit eight against me and Alma, plain parents and children and flashy Cecil?

"... and Cecil would be delighted?

"Really? Well, think carefully. You don't have to panic. Alma still has plenty of time. It's a good idea to work hard, but also to take a break. I can't talk about people, though."

"... right"

I could finally... smile a little.

Seeing me like that, my father moved his hand, which was stroking his head, wrapped my left cheek and laughed with love.

"Whatever choice you make, I'm always on Alma's side"

My chest buzzes. It's cowardly to strike unintentionally.

I lay my hands on my father's warm hands.